Nearly two months had passed since Ang killed the Rock Ridge Lizardmen chieftain.
During this time, Ang had wandered along the outskirts of the Milaginbi Mountains, using holy light to purify the life energy he had accumulated that carried a dark aura.
More than two thousand bottles of high-quality Life Potions had been carefully sealed away in magic-resistant crystal bottles.
Not only could these potions save lives in battle, but with the right alchemical methods, they could even be made into potions that helped Senior Squires break through to become Level 1 Warriors.
"The Rock Ridge Lizardmen chieftain's life energy can be refined once more..."
Ang estimated that the Rock Ridge Lizardmen chieftain's life energy could help at least four or five Senior Squires break through to become Level 1 Warriors.
If used properly, it could provide his side with considerable support.
The thought filled him with a faint, secret anticipation.
At the end of the Milaginbi Mountains, a vast plateau unfolded before Ang.
Riding his Magic Broom, Ang glanced back at the mountain range that had brought him so many gains. Then he shook out his cloak and continued flying ahead.
After three full days, he finally left the mountains and arrived at the Danpier Plateau.
Unlike the lush forests of the Milaginbi Mountains, the Danpier Plateau was cold. Frigid winds carried fine snowflakes that drifted slowly beneath the gray sky.
Vegetation was sparse here. Cold-resistant pines covered the land, their crowns low and their branches withered.
Ang hovered in midair and looked toward the depths of the plateau, his brows knitting slightly.
"Not a trace of any lizardman tribe..."
He did encounter quite a few Giant Horned Rams and Long-haired Black Bulls along the way.
Both types of magical beasts were Level 2 Magical Beasts. They were docile